Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 519 72. If you lose, you go to the hospital, if you win, you go to prison.

   At the same time that Black used the tactic of "adjusting the tiger away from the mountain" to deceive Prince Kael'thas' most difficult guard, Salorian Dawnseeker, so that he could complete the transaction with His Royal Highness, the unparalleled beauty.

   Across Dalaran, the four Assassin factions have also come to an end to clear the rebellious Assassins.

   Relying on MI7 and Uncrowned, things will not go so smoothly.

  Although these guys are all elites and can fight every single one of them, they are inferior in number, and even if they can drive away, they cannot completely wipe out the rebellious assassins.

   However, the sudden addition of the elf faction made the battle of the night slip to a happy ending.

The   Dreaders and Phoenix Assassins are more sophisticated in combat than their human counterparts, and the elves' naturally flexible bodies also give them the beginnings of a higher-than-human path of shadows.

   Relatively speaking, elves are indeed very suitable for agile occupations such as assassins or rangers, and they also have superior energy perception than humans.

   These are all natural advantages, and I cannot envy them.

   But on the other hand, humans also have their own advantages. Humans are much more capable of learning than elves who are immortals, and they have more advantages than elves in the use of multiple weapons.

   The most peculiar thing is that some talented human assassins can also acquire the ability to "detect stealth" like the Sangugal family after long-term training.

   This skill acquired through training has no sequelae.

   "You and Vereesa Windrunner stalked a Master Assassin? Who gave you the courage to do that?"

   In a domed hall in the elf residential area, the current owner of the Sangunar family, "Baron Dread" sat expressionlessly on a chair, looking at Valeera who was receiving medical treatment in front of him.

   He said in a bad tone:

   "When you embarked on the path of assassins, I taught you to be in awe of the shadows. And you two ignorant children provoked the master of the 'Uncrowned One' first, and it was your own fault to get this shameful end!

   He killed the beheader tonight, and another master of Ravenholdt has fallen. You can still come back alive, and it is already his mercy. "

   "Uncle, I don't care about my failures. As you said, I will swallow the consequences of my reckless actions alone without hesitation."

   Lying there, Valeera raised her head and said to her uncle:

   "But that man, he told me that the blood of the shadow that was passed down in the family had a fatal flaw, and he showed me that flaw. Addiction, why do we."

   "Because there is always a price to be strong."

   Baron Fear said calmly:

   "Shadowblood allows the Sangunars to master the power of 'fear', among all the legendary powers of the Assassin's Way, our power of fear is an excellent legacy.

   I didn't tell you about this flaw, because I didn't want you to be under psychological pressure, but now that you know it, you have to better protect your flaws in future training and battles.

  I know what you are worried about.

  I will talk to him about this in person. Judging from the unique action mode of his faction, I should get a proper result.

   As for you, Valeera.

   Your untimely arrogance and recklessness disappointed me greatly.

  I think it's necessary to let you escape from your family's shelter and travel alone for a while. "

"Um."

   Valeera's face darkened.

   Although uncle said it lightly, the so-called "travel" is basically equivalent to "exile". She is not the only junior in the Sangunar family, and the internal competition is very cruel and fierce.

   She gave herself an embarrassing defeat, which meant that she was getting farther and farther from being the next head of the house.

   However, there is still a chance.

   On the other hand, little sister Vereesa doesn't have this kind of "elderly appeasement" treatment. She is lying alone in her room, full of the chagrin of failure and the shame of what happened tonight.

   Can't be calm for a long time.

   But there is actually another place in the fierce battlefield tonight besides the assassins.

   Just as the assassins drew their knives and slashed each other, under the ground city of Dalaran, in the complex maze-like giant sewer, there was another "unique" fight going on.

   Dalaran's low-level wizards have always had a tradition of "contracting".

   This sport was recorded in Magna Aegwynn's private diary, and the always restless little mages often had quarrels and contradictions for strange reasons.

   In most cases, there will be a mentor to mediate, but if the mentor has no time or is too lazy to manage, then this conflict will be resolved in another way.

  There are war mages patrolling the city, and private fights are forbidden, but the sewers are left alone.

Although there are also outposts set up by war mages here, as long as some "site usage fees" are paid to the war mages who watch over here, a wide area in the sewers dubbed "arena" can be used by them. .

  Little mages usually gather here to use their homemade "weapons" or fists to settle their grievances.

   This doesn't sound magical at all, but it's really "cheerful".

   When Ms. Aegwynn was young and frivolous, she had a nickname of "King of the Great Smash Bros.". You can tell how she got this nickname by listening to the name.

   And the sewer "Arena" has an exit just outside the Dalaran Physician's emergency department. After each fight, the emergency department's business will be much better.

   However, there are rules for fighting in the sewers. To sum up, there is only one rule, no human life is allowed!

   "Come on, you arcane idiots! Weren't you very good when you were provocative? One by one, they said they would make it impossible for me to leave Dalaran alive.

   How dare this be?

come! "

  In the sewer arena, above the sewage pipes surrounded by people, the iron fence was covered with shocking bloodstains, and seven or eight Dalaran little wizards who were knocked down were lying around.

   In the middle of them is the evil eye of the bruised-nose warlock who was beaten by the group.

   This guy is worthy of being an orc, and the fights are really fierce. These little wizards who are usually neglected in training are really no opponents. He alone knocked over seven or eight with his bare hands.

   A group of Dalaran mages were clamoring around, rolling up their sleeves and going to end the game to continue fighting.

  Evil Eye is not cowardly at all.

   spit out a mouthful of blood with broken teeth and grabbed the head of a **** dwarf mage from the side with a grin. The latter was also holding a wooden stick with nails in his hand.

  This cunning orc has been ridiculed by the mages since he entered Dalaran. This will finally find an opportunity to teach these babblers a lesson.

   He smashed the unconscious dwarf at the feet of the crowd in front of him like a cannonball, and hooked his fingers towards them.

   The provocative meaning is beyond words.

   "Arugao! Come on, **** him!"

   Amid the noise of a group of little wizards, a wizard in a black coat, arms crossed, and a proud face strode out. Judging from the calls of the wizards next to him, this guy should be a stubborn scumbag.

   This can be seen from his significantly stronger body than other mages, and the strips of cloth wrapped around his hands.

   Well, this guy is the legendary Arugal.

   A Gilnean with very weak spellcasting ability, but still entered the Kirin Tor. Because of his weak spellcasting ability, Arugal seems to have learned to "make up" for his shortcomings in other ways.

   "It's not fair!"

   On the side of Narthalas Academy, the warlock apprentice Anaris Moonshire, who was holding a bottle of wine and drinking heavily, cursed drunkenly:

   "You are playing wheel battles, the evil eye has only one eye, and now you are going to be blinded, and we have to change people here!"

   "When did noble mages treat us lowly warlocks fairly?"

  The troll said sarcastically:

   "Look at them, they can't wait to rush up and kill the evil eye. Look at the nails on those sticks, it's terrible, we 'savage' trolls are not so cruel when we fight infighting."

   "No substitutions allowed!"

   A human mage standing on a wooden box shouted:

   "It was agreed before that one person was replaced by the other, and this shameful and despicable green skin promised himself! He won't even want to go out alive today!"

"boom"

   The girl from Moon County is a pirate captain. When has she ever suffered such grievances?

   She smashed the wine bottle in her hand, jumped into the battle circle with the freshly baked "bar weapon", and shouted to the excited mages in front of her:

   "That's alright, you can add people instead of changing people? Just for killing people, why not play one-on-one? Is it okay for everyone to have a big fight?"

   "That's it!"

   The skinny boy also carried his Jordan Staff, jumped over like a warhammer, and shouted:

   "Don't talk about the ridiculous rule that weapons are not allowed, everyone is a spell caster, come on, use magic whatever you want, we are here today, and we will accompany you to the end!"

   "Wait, everyone! I'll roll a dice first!"

   The giant magician suddenly shouted, startling the people around him. Under the stunned gaze of the mages, this guy took out a dice from his arms, held it with both hands and blew into it.

   Then roll that die up.

   In the next instant, a dozen rays of light shone on the dice.

   In other words, Zarak had no character card, so he couldn't clearly capture Loam's attitude, but he would be empowered by more than a dozen divine powers, and the whole person swelled like a balloon.

Including but not limited to Rezan, Paku, Tolica, Gibble, Old Garni, Akari, Matos, Lennock, Haqya, and even the old Bwonsamdi who likes to watch the fun Many Loa gods seem to have been attracted by this big fight.

   "Ah, the loa are looking forward to a great fight, they have given me strength, they are urging me to win with blood!

come! "

   Zarak, who had swelled into a troll, felt the inexhaustible power in his body.

   He laughed wildly and rushed to the nearest Dalaran little mage, who was grabbed as a "war hammer" in the latter's scream, and started an indiscriminate attack around him.

   This is like a charge signal.

  The next moment the warlocks and at least five times their number of small mages started a chaotic battle.

   Now there are no rules anymore, Arcane Blast, Frostbolt and other magics have begun to be used, and the warlocks have also summoned demons to make up for the number disadvantage.

  Zarak's younger brother, Dakuru, saw that the situation was not good. He simply turned into a wind snake and swept across the battlefield, "bombing" this small area with lightning breath and venom balls.

   The entire sewer arena became a mess.

  The Sparks were so frightened that their faces turned pale. The two timid dwarfs didn't want to join the battle, so they supported each other on the ground and moved outwards.

  Fortunately, they were short, so they would not be accidentally injured in such a chaotic scene.

   As a result, he ran, Wendell Spark suddenly found a familiar figure, he rushed over and dragged a little dwarf who was waving a wooden stick and shouting with his hair tied back, cursing:

   "Jindi! Why are you here to join in the fun? Are you trying to **** off your parents? We worked so hard to make money to send you to school, just to make you come to fight?"

   "Ah, dad, and mom?"

   Dalaran little mage Jindi Sparks saw the two people in front of him, and was stunned. He quickly threw aside the blood-stained stick in his hand, and threw his hands into his mother's arms.

   she cried and said:

   "Where did you two go?

  The mages say you've disappeared in Northrend, and I'm scared to death. Why are you two still wearing Nar'Thalas Academy clothes? Huh? How did you run off to be warlocks? "

   "Well, it's hard to say, so I'll talk about it later."

   Wendell Sparks looked back at the scene of the brawl that had already started. Seeing the blood flying, his heart trembled. He dragged his daughter and his wife and hurriedly ran out of the sewers.

   There is no way to do this today.

   Once there are casualties, things will only get more troublesome.

   There was a dwarf mage with red eyes on the head, and when he saw the robe of Nar'Thalas on Wendell, he screamed and threw Frostbolts at the Spark couple.

  Old Wendell gritted his teeth, raised his hand and threw a fear spell, interrupting the gnome's spellcasting.

   In order to protect his daughter, his wife Jessie didn't care more about this, holding the magic seal and summoning two hellhounds, and biting indiscriminately in front of them, finally making a way for the Huohua family to leave.

   "Dad, Mom, you guys are amazing."

   After he ran out of the sewers in dismay, Jindi, the little dwarf, looked at his parents with admiration. They were so handsome just now.

   "What a great thing, hurry up and go home."

  Old Wendell felt uneasy and didn't dare to stop, he was about to go home with his family.

   As a result, before he walked out of the street corner, he saw the cold-faced Archmage Ansrem leading the team of battle mages to the sewers, and the sharp-eyed Jesse Spark also saw the equally ugly-looking mentor Deriana in the crowd.

   "It's over."

   The three little gnomes shook their bodies at the same time.

   But no one cared about the Spark family. The war mages blocked the exit of the nearby sewer, and Ansrem personally led a raid into the sewer of the big fight.

   "Bastards! What a shame! That's how you spellcasters resolve conflicts? Why don't you put on tin can armor like rude warriors and pick up warhammers and smash each other?

   Is this still a bit of caster decency?

asshole!

   You are all a disgrace to Dalaran!

  Everything that can move, roll me into the Violet Prison!

   Three months of confinement! "

   (end of this chapter)